Details of the Not-So-Obvious

have I ever felt
like I weren't there?
sure, I were there...
but I weren't!

of course I were
it all indicates
in retrospect
that's what they'll say

have I ever felt
like it was slipping away?
passing right by
non-stop, no waiting.

And the train goes
it goes
with or without
time slips carelessly by

And I
With my Ticket in my Hand.

Details of the Not-So-Obvious

There is a place here in Guadalajara, not too far from where I live, that attracts two types of people. It's a "nightclub" of sorts, an open-air affair that can house about 1,000 people. It's half as big as a football field, with tables and chairs, a bar or two, and a restaurant. Bands play, people dance, friendships are born and die, and love is made and lost.

The prettiest girls in the city frequent the joint. You can see six or seven of them sitting at a table, all drinking and laughing, all drop-dead pretty. That's really not something you see everywhere.

The ugliest guys in the city are also frequenters of the locale. Short, fat, and/or bald, they roam from table to table buying the girls drinks, making small talk with them, practicing their "moves." Generally, they're doing what they have to do to get their 'mac' on with the pretty ladies. And the girls generally let them.

The prettiest girls in town are associating with the ugliest guys town in this place. That's what struck me as odd. How in the world can this be? What the heck is going on here?

Then I figured out where the richest guys in town go to meet girls.

I guess opposites do attract.